Falling into,
temporary madness.
L
o
v
e.
It erupts
like an
earthquake,
Then subsides.
And when
that happens,
we make a decision.
Have our roots
become
too intertwined,
too inconceivable
to ever part.
Because this,
this is what
love is.
It is not
breathlessness.
It is not
excitement.
It is not
desire to lust
every waking moment.
It is not
lying awake,
Imagining that he kiss
Every part of you.
No,
don’t blush.
I am telling you the truth.
That is all
Just
being in love,
Convincing ourselves we are,
is easy.
Love,
That is what’s left over,
When being in love,
that erupting earthquake,
Burns away.